CALL ME CRAZY, BUT DON'T STRIP ME OF MY DREAMS

I see the colors swirling like a tornado before my eyes,
I feel the chill of snow on the breeze
combing through my hair like the affectionate hands of a skeleton
but I begrudge it not, its cooling is soothing
its fingers are filled with affection,
and I have nothing better to look forward to anyway.

I close my eyes, I breathe the crisp autumn air.
I fantasize, back to future days-
days when I am or was with you.
The lines between reality and fantasy blur again
but I don't care, because my fantasies are real
they might not be real to you but they're real to me
so they're still real, and that's all that matters
and I'm happy in them
so call me crazy if you will,
but let me live in my fantasies forever.
Copyright ©2002 Ashi Shadow (05/11/02, on Sonnet)